Amy's backyard and Yuengling case You sitting in my lap, face pressed to my face Meter running like in a Meg Ryan scene Lift you clean off the ground like in my daylight dreams Broke down Chevy, grease on my hands I didn't know we were counting, what's the measure of a man? I might've led you to water but never made you drink I'm not the devil no matter what you think Last call urgency when we kiss Hands on every part of me that you're gonna miss Tore the lace on the top of my brand new dress All of this feels like something I'll have to confess Broke down Chevy, grease on my hands I didn't know we were counting, what's the measure of a man? I might've led you to water but never made you drink I'm not the devil no matter what you think Sunrise hits different when you haven't been to sleep The corners of your mouth twist into a smile that I will keep Like a cool glass of water when I'm broke and hungover I'll drive you back to West Virginia, rest your weary head against my shoulder Broke down Chevy, grease on my hands I didn't know we were counting, what's the measure of a man? I might've led you to water but never made you drink I'm not the devil no matter what you think I'm not the devil no matter what you think